As he had left the Pony after a...strange outcome of a conversation with a friend, Eliad made his way to his camp. He felt like he was a total bother to people. He took the path from the gate to the south of the town in order to reach the large lake he was staying at. As soon as he lied down beside the tree, he closed his eyes and had hoped that he would not have the same nightmare.
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In his dream, his wish had not been fulfilled as his dream led him to the day where his home in Angmar was attacked, watching his mother as she was brutally killed by a man in grey. Afterwards, his dream shifted to where he was being mentored by his father of the way of the two-handed sword that was given to Eliad. That was something so simple, making Eliad to think of it as a reprieve of what would happen next. The last scene of his nightmare was of having to watch captives of Angmar being tortured to the point where their minds break. Screams and groans filled Eliad's ears to the point where he felt like he is one of them. Just as he looked away, his gaze met the sudden appearance of the Eye.
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Eliad woke with a jolt, breathing heavily. Cold beads of sweat was shown on his face. His trembling hands found their way to his branding on his left shoulder blade and the one on his right collarbone.
"It was....just a nightmare...," muttered Eliad. "Just the same damn nightmare...."
As much as he had wanted to go back to sleep, he was still so shaken to the point where he had stayed up for the rest of the night, waiting for the sun to rise.
